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Poetic T Aug 31
Never wear another's
     underwear...

Because even though
  you cant see it..

There will always be an odour, stain
      that marks your every movement.

And the only blemish will be on you,

           cos you choose to wear
                         another's pants.

Its not the same as there shoes,
     your just weird wearing there
            
***** underwear.
          worse of all you showed
  everyone them
           who does this anyway.


You were meant to be a friend,
           but you told everyone
what was in there underwear...

          the metaphor lost to some,

so wear some shoes instead..
Old Pantaloons, a Chiasmus
by Michael R. Burch

Old pantaloons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to feel
that which they long most to steal.

Old ***** loons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to steal
that which they long most to feel.

Keywords/Tags: chiasmus, pantaloons, *****, loons, *******, pun, wordplay, underwear, fetish, lingerie, pervert, perverts, *******
Carlo C Gomez Feb 13
There's a thin line
between simple
fashion faux pas
and the sin of visibility

She'd rather go commando
than be found out
hark! 'tis her own sisters
who will roast her alive
Carlo C Gomez Jan 13
My wife doesn't know
Which is worse:

That this comes in only two sizes

Or that it's reusable!
This is an actual type of women's ******.
Mark Toney Dec 2019
Doctor's
Boxers
6/4/2018 - Poetry form: Footle - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018 - My footle poem phase continues. I promise to be brief ;)
Mark Toney Nov 2019
Doctor's
Boxers
6/4/2018 - My footle poem phase continues.  I promise it will be brief :) -Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Yushi Jan 2019
You wear it too long.
It gets *****.
***** but unseen.
Change inside.
Well, an underwear can be inspiring too.
Erika Jan 2019
I sat there in my overalls
In a lavished living room
With the lights off
I was doing too much
I had to give them a break
I’m always doing something I should’nt be
I wish I knew more
You walked in
I think you asked me why I was alone
Or maybe you said I shouldn’t be alone
All I know is you put your hand on my leg
Up my overalls
Told me I should be wearing underwear
Can’t remember much after that
I don’t think you went any farther
But who knows
I must’ve been maybe 5 or so
And everything before middle school is pretty foggy
It made me wish I would of stayed quiet
when they told me to
I would’nt of been alone
But then again who expects a kid to be quiet
Especially at a holiday party


Oh well
Justyn Huang Dec 2018
When I can't tell if
My underwear is
clean or not,
I sniff it. But
regardless
of the smell
I still wear
it anyways
since my
*** always
be so
Fine.
Just a joke-ish kinda thing - there are so many serious poems out there lmaooo.
ashley lingy Nov 2018
Sometimes I wonder
if the dollar that paid for my soda
was ever in a strippers underwear.
And then...I wonder
if the cashier is ever thinking the same thing.
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